Ling Feifei Was Flabbergasted. How Could Ji Nuan Be Mrs. Mo?!

"Feng Ling! If I don't sue you to the point where eighteen generations of your ancestors are crying with you, my name isn't Ling Feifei!"

Ling Feifei's face was red with anger. Before she could be upset about the things trampled on the ground, she saw Feng Ling keep the SD card away. She raised shouted loudly, "It won't change anything even if you take the memory card away! Ji Nuan is so shameless; is she afraid now that these photos exist? Did you think I wouldn't have spare copies prepared? The school internet won't be down forever. Even if I can't share it online, unless you kill me, I'm still able to share this with my mouth!"

Feng Ling abruptly slammed her leg against the back of her knees. Ling Feifei was forced into kneeling down from the pain. Her expression was pale as she stared up at her in disbelief.

"Do you think killing you is hard?"

"You… aren't you afraid of going to jail?"